Ben, who is undoubtedly younger generation, phoned up proudly to say that he had put a card in the post. Despite being a whizz with uploading and stuff, he had had to ask the people in the post office what to do. They said, you buy a stamp and stick it there. Then you put it in the box. ‘How much is a stamp?’ he asked. ‘Forty p’ they said. ‘OK’ he said. Hooray, my blog has succeeded in educating the youf in one small department. This is the card:
Ben described it thus: ‘Look! It even has a parrot, Whisky (a larger version!), flute players, Alfie on the right having a cheeky puff, Bashi on the far right looking bewildered and Big Alf in the background on the left looking blissfully content! I imagine you as the vivacious mother on the left being fed grapefruits, grapes and oysters, being handed a glass of vino and listening to your pupil’s ambitious flute playing (‘cack-handed’ if I remember correctly…) And LOOK! the man in the middle has found Bashi’s lost piano music after the big de-clutter!’
Well done Ben. B+ today. (you are marked down because it’s a bagpipe player, not a flute player. But I must say, the likeness to Big Alf top left is pretty good.)
This is another very big lols card I got for my birthday from my pupil Tracy.
Well done Tracy you get an A. For pure aptness. And the perfect likeness to me.
Will give you one last photo today: Claire and I experimenting with headscarf looks hit upon a Dot Cotton moment. (FAKE fags, don’t wuz! would be a bit daft to take up smoking at this stage…)